Gerald found himself pausing momentarily to come to grips with the strangeness of the situation. Here they were in some strange alternate dimension, and it looked like three steroid enhanced xenomorphs were taking turns playing big bad wolf. He did hope he wasn't going to just find tree little pigs inside that shack. The question of course was, how was he going to get into that shack without being torn to bits by those things. It was one thing fighting monsters he knew with help aside from being big and dangerous looking, he wasn't sure what these things could do. Then again they seemed unable to tear open that hut so maybe they weren't all that dangerous after all. He turns back to the bikers. "We could use a diversion... If a couple of you guys drive past and get their attention the rest of us could move through the ditch and get close to the hut."

OOC: Assuming they agree, Gerald will start moving down towards the hut using the ditch as cover.

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Well, now was his chance... Time to rescue a bunch of super powered Japanese high school girls... Or something. Though Gerald did wonder why the monsters hadn't chased Minako. No time to worry about though, they might be injured.

He looks around the area for signs of the struggle as he makes his approach along the ditch, but breaks into a jog once he's sure the murderous freak shows are have gotten a good distance away.

Finally arriving at the nearest point to the shack, he clambers out and quickly makes his way towards the structure until it is between himself and the direction the monsters left in, not wanting to take any more chances of being spotted than necessary. Here he examines the wall of the shack, and activating his lightsaber on a low setting attempts to cut a small hole just large enough to allow him to peer inside. All of this was getting a bit stranger than usual, and that always inspired caution.

The lightsaber works as usual: making a high-pitched sputtering noise like popcorn going off as it melts a hole through the side of the shack with ease. Gerald hears some gunfire and yelling, but it's way off in the distance.

He may have a minute or two, if the monsters decide to come back right now.

One the hole's done, and the sides have cooled enough, Gerald pokes his head in...

Gerald calls out in shock, quickly recoiling from the hole, and sputtering out "Wh-Whoa! Hold on! I'm here to help! Listen... Those things are distracted right now, but they'll be back soon! We gotta get out of here! Is anyone hurt?" He peers back through the hole, trying to see the building's occupants, this time keeping his body parts a safe distance from just in case whoever is inside doesn't quite trust him.

"Uh, my name is Gerald... Brooks... Minako asked me to help." He quickly adds. He still wasn't sure

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